Mirror, Mirror, on my wall, I want to be pretty and thin.
Mirror, Mirror, if I starve myself, at least I'll be beautiful. Forget my health.
Mirror, Mirror, if I cut my wrist, will I finally feel like I exist?
Mirror, Mirror, don't you see? What you show is ruining me.
This is my outlet. This is the ugly truth.
Everything I cannot say in real life.
I am so exhausted to be me.